Compromise

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Title: Compromise 2/2
Author: Pippin (McTaggart_Pegg@hotmail.com)
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: NC-17, mild bondage
Disclaimer: Don't know either of them. More's the pity.
Summary: Dom and Billy decide some new experiences are in order.
Feedback: Yes please--I'm a feedback h0r. :)

Blessings upon 1420 for the fantastic beta, as per usual. It wouldn't be the same without her.

This is an apology for all those who were perturbed when I ended two (three?) fics with a shower, and no shower!sex. In two parts because it's a smidge too long for one post. (Me? Write something too long? Never.) Part 1 had the shower!sex. In Part 2, it's Dom's turn to get adventurous.

You can find Part 1 here.



Out of the shower and dried off (courtesy a warm vigorous rubdown from Dom), Billy felt himself recover. He sat, wrapped in a fresh dry towel, on the edge of the tub and watched as Dom dried himself off, scrubbing messily at his hair. Billy rose, wrapped his towel around his waist, tucking the corner in to hold it, and picked up the hair dryer from where Dom had left it the night before. He steered Dom to the toilet, where Dom lowered the lid and sat. Wordlessly he flipped the switch, turned the heating element back on, and started running his fingers and the hot air through Dom's hair.

Dom closed his eyes, let his knees fall open so Billy could move in closer, and rested his hands loosely on Billy's waist. Knowing Billy couldn't hear him over the dryer, he hummed out of pleasure at the sheer decadence of having his lover groom him like this. Like monkeys, only with electrical appliances and quality hair products. He grinned at the thought.

Billy shut off the dryer. "Done. What are you smiling about?"

"Thank you. You." Dom stood up, kissed him, walked out of the bathroom. Said over his shoulder, "You picking fleas out of my hair."

Billy followed him to the bedroom, smiling. "Fleas? Something you're not telling me, Dom?"

Dom had taken off his towel and dropped it on the floor. Billy wandered over and picked it up.

"No. Not unless you've been itching a lot lately. I was going to get that, Billy."

"I know you were. I thought I'd get it for you. What are you doing?"

"Oh. Thanks, then. I'm getting dressed, what does it look like?" He started to pull on a pair of plaid boxers.

"It looks like you're getting dressed. So I repeat: what are you doing?" He grinned.

Dom paused in the middle of stepping into his shorts, balanced on one foot. His erection, unabated since the shower, twitched. "Meaning?" he asked, a smile growing on his face.

Billy removed the towel from around his waist and hung it on one wardrobe handle. Casually, neatly hung Dom's on the other. "Meaning get those the hell off. What, did you think I was going to leave you like that?"

"It's okay, Billy," Dom said mildly, thanks to his yoga still balanced steadily on one leg. "If you're tired--"

"Did you think I was going to let you get away from me that easily?" Billy lowered his voice and, still smiling, walked over to give Dom a gentle push, toppling him without difficulty onto the bed.

Dom laughed. "Let me get away from you? Listen to you, now."

"I'm going to have my wicked way with you," Billy purred, reaching down to tug the plaid boxers off and drop them on the floor. He made a shooing motion to tell Dom to shift up on the bed.

Dom did so, laying his head on Billy's pillow. "Your wicked way? I like the sound of that."

Billy paused, regarding him thoughtfully for a moment. Obviously suppressing a grin, he said, "You know, Dom, I got to experience something new today. I think it's only fair if you get the same chance."

Dom looked at him with one eyebrow raised, still smiling. "Oh, yeah? Have something in mind?" He crossed his arms underneath his head.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Trust me?"

"Why do I suddenly want to say no? I think we've had this discussion before, Bill."

"No, we haven't, actually. I'm thinking one hand."

"One?"

"Just one. We'll make sure you like it first, yeah? You'll still have a hand free."

Dom hesitated. Thought about it, thought about the shower. "Yeah. All right. One."

Billy went to the wardrobe, looking in Dom's side, pulled something out. Returned to the bed, running one of Dom's scarves across his palm.

"Not the cashmere, you twat!" Dom exclaimed, lifting his head in alarm.

Billy choked on a laugh, letting loose a little snort. "Oh, for fuck's sake--" He rolled his eyes and went back to the wardrobe, re-hung the cashmere scarf. He pulled out another and held it out behind him without turning.

"Yeah, that one's good."

Shaking his head, Billy went back to the bedside. "Are you sure?" he asked sarcastically. "'Cos I wouldn't want to wrinkle your beloved bloody scarf."

"I'm sure," Dom replied with a grin. "I don't wear that one anymore."

"Well that's a relief then, isn't it?" Billy climbed on the bed, crawled up to Dom's chest, and straddled him. Looked down at him.

Dom said nothing, just watched Billy watch him, with growing anticipation.

Billy suddenly reached forward, and Dom started a little in surprise. Billy glanced down at him, gave him a soft smile. "Nervous, Mick?"

"Not nervous, no," He shook his head. "I'm trusting you. Just…excited."

"Mmm. Good. Right hand, please."

Dom lifted his arms from behind his head, held his right one up, his eyes darkening.

Billy took Dom's hand and wrapped the scarf around it, tying the end tightly enough it couldn't slip off, but not so tight as to compromise blood flow. Dom trembled beneath him. "All right, Mick?" he asked, concerned. "We don't have to--"

"Get on with it. And tie it tight." Dom's voice was rough-edged.

"You sure?"

"Billy, I'm fucking sure. Hurry up, I'm so hot…" He lifted his head, stretched his neck painfully, and licked Billy's cock.

Billy inhaled sharply. Fumbling with the knot in his haste, he tied the other end of the scarf to the wooden headboard, wrapping it all the way around the wide plank. Satisfied it was secure and would afford Dom some resistance, he snaked his way down Dom's body.

"Give it a tug. Make sure it's going to stay."

Dom pulled on the scarf tentatively, then a bit more firmly. "Yeah, it's fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Billy. Come on, please…"

He smiled, dropped his head to lick one of Dom's nipples. "All right, keep your pants on…so to speak."

Dom arched his chest up to meet Billy's mouth. He laughed a little breathlessly, said, "You can be such a fucking tease, Bills."

"Ah, you know you love it." Billy's mouth traveled south.

"Oh God, yes," Dom agreed fervently as that hot pointy tongue swirled around and dipped into his navel. When Billy took a little rest-stop there, seeming to enjoy himself on Dom's abdomen, Dom urged him on by pushing up with his hips, lifting Billy's lips away from his skin. It had the added bonus of crushing his aching cock against Billy's hard chest, making Dom suck in a sharp breath through his teeth. "Bills--if you don't hurry up I'm going to come before you get your fucking mouth on me."

"Wound up tight, are we Mick?" Billy murmured.

"Fuck, yes," Dom breathed.

Billy moved down, sliding himself heavily the last few inches until he was lined up properly. Took a moment to breathe hotly over the flushed head of Dom's now painfully hard cock.

"Jesus, Bills," Dom groaned. His right arm jerked as if to come down and physically put himself into Billy's mouth, but was quickly stopped short by his restraint. He growled, pulled at it too hard, chaffing the skin red on his wrist. "Ah--fucking hell."

"Turn your hand, love." Billy quickly moved up and rotated Dom's hand until the scarf stretched tautly across his palm. "Pull on it instead of letting it yank on your wrist."

"Yeah--yeah. Good," Dom panted, fingers already strangling the fabric.

Up at the head of the bed anyway, Billy took the opportunity to submerge himself in a fast hard kiss, forcing Dom's mouth open wide, so fierce as to leave his lip bleeding where his one sharp canine cut into it. He jerked back, pressing a finger to it, stunned by the aggressiveness he'd just exhibited. He looked down at Dom.

Who looked nearly drugged with lust.

"Mick--I'm sorry," he whispered, hand still hovering about his mouth.

Dom rapidly shook his head. "No--Bills, no. Kiss me again. Please."

Billy did, but with less intensity. At least, until Dom's free hand clamped on the back of Billy's head and pulled hard, crashing their noses together, crushing their lips, their teeth snicking against each other.

Dom moaned unintelligible sounds into Billy's mouth, left hand clutching Billy's hair, right hand straining and failing to reach him, body lifting and arching and desperately seeking contact with Billy. Remaining untouched except for that glorious pressure on his lips.

Billy continued to fuck Dom's mouth, this time with his tongue. Encouraged by Dom's response, he allowed some of the aggression to return, biting Dom's lower lip until he whimpered.

Dom couldn't take any more. He released Billy's head, twisted his face to the side, not caring that Billy's teeth held his lip a fraction too long. "Christ, Billy, do something now or fucking untie me. I can't--" he choked.

"All right," Billy soothed, running fingertips across Dom's swollen lips. "I'm not going to untie you."

As Dom's eyes fluttered shut, Billy crawled on top of him, wriggled his way down Dom's body until his mouth was even with Dom's throbbing erection. Took it gently, slowly in his mouth lest the sudden slickwet heat drive Dom into coming so soon. As it was, Dom shuddered; reckless, frenetic sounds poured from his throat.

"Oh sweet fucking hell Billy Billy Billy Billy don't ever fucking do that to me again or I fucking swear I'll bloody well--augh--!" His gasping, jagged shout cut off further words as Billy's mouth tightened, as the suction seemed to draw all of Dom's blood and thought and complete self into the head of his cock. He pulled with a shaking, white-knuckled hand at the scarf, the headboard squeaking in complaint as its joints shifted. The tension angled his stomach down, his hips up, the tip of his erection brushing the back of Billy's throat.

Billy quickly released him, before a sensitive gag reflex could ruin their fun. He swiftly replaced his tongue with a hand, pumping Dom hard and fast and softtugtwitch. He swallowed a few times, made sure he was clear of any lingering discomfort, and shifting his grip to the base of Dom's cock, he took the head in his mouth, swirling the tip with his tongue.

Dom moaned, his left hand blindly reaching, finding Billy's arm and gripping, fingers tightly grasping, leaving white marks every time he eased off that quickly turned to red and back to white as his fingers kneaded in again. His right arm unconsciously wrenched at his tether in syncopated time to Billy's pounding strokes, drawing his body to greater and greater tautness. He began to whisper, muttering and mewling and making sounds Billy couldn't put a name to but felt in the pit of his stomach nonetheless.

Billy let his grip ease, moved his mouth further down. He pulled his other arm from Dom's clutching, digging fingers, reached down as Dom groped wildly and finally locked onto Billy's head, sinking those long fingers into Billy's hair without pulling--yet. Billy steadily, deliberately eased his hand between Dom's trembling thighs, nudging them further apart until Dom drew his feet up a little, his knees bending and splaying wide. Billy groaned around Dom's cock and a sharp tremor ran through Dom's entire body, the quivering not subsiding as he surged closer and closer to coming, as he tried to thrust himself to the hilt in Billy's throat. Billy backed off ever so slightly, and thanks to the restraint Dom could do nothing but stretch and strain and try in vain to reach the depths of that slipperyhot heaven. The quivering became quaking, the quaking became bucking, and Dom's hips spiked up off the sheets as he began to plead.

"Oh God Bills, please let me come please now I fucking need to come now Bills, do it, do it!"

Billy did. He cupped Dom's balls firmly in his hand, letting his first two blunt-tipped fingers press up into the skin behind, feeling the muscles contracting violently, and he sucked Dom's cock hard, urgently, the muscles in his jaw protesting the abuse.

Dom cried out wordlessly as he came, or if there were words they were lost in the sheer roughness of his voice, ripped from his throat by an unseen hand. His entire body went rigid, and the scarf tore with a rending sound Billy didn't even hear as he swallowed fast, desperately trying to keep up with the fluid shooting into his mouth. Dom flung his arm back up, grabbed the headboard itself, fingers grappling for purchase on the satin smooth wood. "Billy, Billy Billy Bills love oh God yes fucking fuck me with your tongue, love," he panted, chest heaving, left hand now tugging at Billy's hair, trying to coax his head closer so he could sink his cock deeper. Billy grunted, and with a final caress of Dom's balls, let go to run his hands up sweat-slicked skin, feeling the aftershocks of orgasm rippling beneath the surface as he flicked his tongue against Dom's cock. He hummed, loving how the vibrations triggered leg shakes and fingers tightening on his scalp and little gasps that reminded him of the noises Dom made when he laughed so hard he had to leave the room.

Dom slowly, muscle by muscle, slumped back against the bed. His huffing breaths bordered on wheezing, and Billy wondered as he relaxed cramping shoulders if he was going to have to find that inhaler Dom kept around but seldom used.

"All right, Mick?" he asked, a little breathless himself.

Dom awkwardly pulled his hand off the headboard, fingers stiff from clamping the hard wood. Flexed it, wincing. "Fuck, yeah. C'mere and give us a cuddle?" He coughed a little.

Billy crawled on his elbows up beside Dom, propped the pillows up against the headboard and flopped back against it. Reached for Dom, wrapping his arms around him as he rolled over to rest on Billy. "You sure you're all right? You sound a little chesty."

"Yeah, I'm fine, Bills." He kissed Billy's collarbone. "Absolutely mint. Thanks, love. That was fucking incredible." He threw a leg over Billy, pressing against him tightly.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said softly, kissing blond-tipped hair.

Dom held his right wrist up in front of Billy, the ripped scarf still trailing from it. "This oughta tell you just how much I enjoyed it."

Billy stilled. "Wow. Don't know your own strength, do you?" He tried to undo the knot, but it was pulled far too tightly. "We're going to have to cut this off."

"That's okay. It's ruined anyway." Dom nuzzled his head against Billy's neck.

"I'm sorry. I'll get you a new one."

"Don't be daft. I told you I didn't wear it anymore. Besides, we're going to need something stronger, apparently."

"So you'd like to try it again?" Billy asked, a smile on his face.

"Hell, yeah," Dom snorted. "Were you in the same room as I was? 'Cos I thought it was pretty damned obvious it was working for me." His heavy breaths started to ease, and Billy relaxed.

"I hear silk is very strong," he said, caressing Dom's shoulder.

"Mmm. Silk would work," Dom agreed.

"One hand or two?"

"I'd like to try two. But I think I'll prefer one. I need to be able to touch you."

Billy murmured, "I like that too. I like being able to tell just from what your fingers are doing to me where you are."

"I love that you can tell." He sounded drowsy.

Billy kissed his forehead, smiling. "Want a nap, Mick?"

"Maybe a short one," he mumbled, snuffling against Billy's skin.

"Okay, love. You sleep. I'm going to go get something to eat, I'm starving."

"Pathetic. That's what you are, you know that don't you? Hopeless."

"Really? How's the arthritis, Dom?"

Dom laughed quietly, his shoulders shaking under Billy's arm. "It's an amazing thing. Completely cured, just like that."

"Wanker," Billy said fondly. "I'll be back in a bit." He slid out from underneath him, pulled a blanket up over him so he wouldn't get cold. He leaned over and picked up the plaid boxers from where he'd discarded them earlier.

"Those're mine," Dom protested feebly.

"No, they're not."

"How do you know?"

"Dom. They're plaid."

"Oh." He paused. "So they are."

Billy grinned, leaned over and smoothed his hair. "Love you, Mick."

"Love you too, Bills," he whispered comfortably.

Billy left the room, closing the door.